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Ye Forestbather










At The Beach



under umbrellas

swans wait for the rain to stop

-empty plastic bags
















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A tear meandering dramatically down a cheek

Is such an inefficient way to water colourful flowers

Let them wait for a rainy day instead




no food

not one raindrop

only bombs



Into the Dark Dark Night


only time can tell

if broken hearts ever heal-

the lost honeybird




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Bang Bang

only the hunter

wants the ducks to depart

for winter

Sun Rays




Some time ago I decided I don't much like goodbyes anymore

So why don't you stay a little while longer, here in front of the fire

At least until the sun rises again next spring








only the road-

zen becomes easy

to understand






The Forest






inside the acorn

all the knowledge of

the forest







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if the morning breeze

cannot comfort me

what can?











Blood splattered jeans ripped at the seams and the sand blows

After the explosions between more to come still the sand blows


And through the trees where the blossoms will come some day

He dreams of pleasant things and lips waiting but the sand blows


Not even the hardest words heard are like rockets or like missiles 

Bullets they come and they go and some stay and the sand blows


Your name has been whispered high up across the mountains 

And deep in the hearts of brave lonely men while the sand blows


Yet it is I a mere forestbather who reads paths through tall trees

Left to record stories of love never consumed for the sand blows

Sweet Rose
















her rose, her beautiful treasure

my pleasure

her fragrance luring, beguiling

tantalizing, yet her taste, veiled


The last post in February on behalf of the Carpe Diem Haiku Kai website, (link found below). and the theme is Onsen, the Japanese communal baths, carried out nude of course.


A country where people strip off to bathe or sit in steam rooms together always has a favourable edge to me. The naturist beaches of Croatia give the same flavour, one I enjoyed a few decades ago, meeting traveling people from Greece, Germany, Argentina, Hungary and Korea. There is something fun about removing clothes as a group with total strangers, though all with the common goal of travelling and experiencing.


And so I thought I would make the final post of February for CDHK one with a splash, so to speak, even if not quite a topical one...




in the company

of those just met on the road

I bare my soul










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Let Children Play



let the children play

as long as possible

on the mountain

before they get sucked in

to slave down in the city

Noble Warrior



noble Masai warrior

who walks from sunrise

across the savannah

all the way to a setting sun

miles and dreams


Haiku and the Absence of Jehovah


One of the abberations of Christianity is a main tennent of the faith: good vs evil. There is a fatal flaw in this incredibly simplistic view of things. First of all, it is totally at odds with the workings of nature, and secondly it promotes absolutism.


But the main issue with this cause and effect dichtonomy is not the weakness of it's philosophy, but it's results: without a doubt, the concept of good vs evil leads to war. To be exact it leads to many wars and has done so.


Jacques Chirac, president of France during the absurd 'freedom fries' era of he US- instigated and led invasion of Iraq often referred to a meeting with George W Bush and sidekick Dick Cheney, where two tried to press on him the apparent Biblical justifications for going to war against the 'Beast,' Sadam Hussain. He was on the plane to Paris as quick as he could be.


The concept of good and evil comes from the Middle East, and was first outlined by Zoroastriansm, up to a thousand years before Christianity.


Thankfully this dull doctrine is absent from haiku ethos, despite what are said to be connections between haiku and Buddhism, for Buddhism is represented also in Māra, a dark force. 


In fact haiku's philosophical roots are more likely traceable to Shintoism and Confucism, and perhaps to the Estonian Maausk religion, rather than any others. This absence of "lecturing" in haiku is one of the things that give it special appeal.





fresh morning snow

her buds full and flushed

ah the devil in me!







the axe hits

a scent of pine

in the winter woods




I met an American girl from Seattle who had a tattoo of Buson above her left breast, which she showed me in a bar selling craft beer in Pècs, Hungary.


Buson is one of what haiku poet Chèvrefeuille calls 'the big five' of classic haiku poetry, and indeed Buson strove to follow Bashô's footsteps in haiku, and literally, by tracing his journey in his 'Narrow Road to the Interior.'


The traveling, and in fact lengthy walking, is one of the endearing aspects of the haiku poets of the Edo period, and in my fervent opinion a necessary stage in the implementation of their craft. There is no doubt in my mind that without their traveling soul the classic haiku artists could never have launched haiku as they did.


Each may have had his or her own style, but both theme and topic of many of their haiku reflected their experience on the road or gave them a broader vision than a more sedentary lifestyle could afford. Buson's haiku were often lonely, sometimes mystical, or nostalgic. He used distance and space with ease and had a particular viewpoint that was sometimes a feature of his skill as a painter.


His haiku above, which I took the liberty of translating myself by touching up or tweeking an automatic translation, shows haiku at its finest, and is worth study in view of emulation. The haiku is somewhat similar in concept to Jane Reichhold's translation of the famous Bashô 'old pond' haiku:


old pond-

the frog leaps through

the sound of water




Admittedly this is only one version of the translated haiku, but the resonance can, I feel, be seen in Buson's 'axe' haiku.


Which brings me to my effort to walk the same path, though in a tanka, which strikes me as easier than a carefully-crafted haiku, and much less sincere, as tanka, being normally about love, need a much smaller dose of sincerity within their lines.


the woodpecker

has never sent a coherent message

through the forest

ah if I had the patience

of the tall pine tree









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